You may have read (here: Back in the (Rx) Saddle Again) that I have been experiencing a significant enough decline into depression to warrant attempting an antidepressant again. Being home with my boyfriend who has a broken shoulder on a daily basis has been quite exhausting, and despite my typically treatment-resistant symptoms (and negative reactions to new medications in the past) I have a new psychiatrist who seems hell-bent on un-wedging me from my latest foray in desperation.
Her latest idea was to start me on 12.5 mg of Zoloft (sertraline). Previously I tried 100 mg of Zoloft and started to vibrate out of my own skin with manic energy so we were hopeful that a tiny dosage might be enough to nudge me out of the black abys without launching me sky-high like some kind of slingshot of euphoric destiny.
As much as I find myself feeling like an emotionally unstable lab rat I admit, I’ve always been interested in science and how the body works. I’ve spent the last six years documenting my symptoms several times a day to try to help me understand where they are coming from and what helps me negate them. This has led to a complicated system of notes I sometimes see my boyfriend trying to read but tends only to result in a lot of head-scratching on his part. That said, even though my doctor has recommendations for my health and what might help, I have worked hard to pay close attention to the process for every medication we’ve tried, even those that were meant to help curb side effects and several that haven’t been related to psychiatry at all.
I guess it helps that I am interested, but much of my documentation has come out of necessity. Living with a mental illness has been super hard to get a grasp on and for many years I didn’t know exactly what was coming from bipolar disorder or anxiety and what was me. My rigorous note taking was what allowed me to show something like physical evidence that my doctors could contemplate to diagnose me in the first place, and beyond that it has been necessary because having treatment resistant symptoms (and often unusual side effects) has made it hard to know if something is helping or potentially hurting me overall. I have enough experience with physicians at this point to know that they are much more likely to believe what I tell them when I can present it in a formal and organized way. Rationality doesn’t hurt either, but sometimes that is hard to come by.
On a personal level, these notes have been totally invaluable when it comes to situations like trying Zoloft again a couple weeks ago, not just because they are something I can show my doctor but because living with a mind that can have trouble judging reality from fiction can make it difficult to believe in myself and the conclusions I am drawing at any given time. Having something tangible I can go back to so I know that I’m making important decisions (like whether to start or stop a medication) based on my experience and understanding of my situation and not a psychotic delusion has made me more confident about understanding my own health than I feel about any other aspect of my life.
As helpful as that can be, it can undermine me as well. Being confident about how I have assessed the results about any medication I’ve tried tends to leave me on the defensive with some doctors and I can come off as hostile or difficult to work with. When faced with the wrong doctor, one who tries to push their own agenda rather than listen to my point of view, I know I can become volatile. That’s why having the right doctor has been equally as important to me as the note taking.
So everything I’ve said about note taking was to get to this: the last two times I tried a new medication each one was a repeat of something I tried many years earlier. 5-15 years earlier. It is the oddest thing because I would almost swear that I’ve become even more sensitive to medications and develop more side effects than I did a few years ago. I don’t know if that is possible, but that’s the way the data seems to lean.
Ultimately this time around 12.5 mg of Zoloft had more adverse effects for me than the original 100 mg did. Yes, last time I was manic, but this time I waded through several days of intense dizziness, nausea, and GI upset only to be blindsided by 8 straight days of severe headaches in a row.
By the time I reached the seventh and eighth day my irritability was rising exponentially, to the point of being more reactive and depressed from the pain than I was before I started the Zoloft in the first place. I didn’t want to gamble the pain continuing(or even worsening) over the weekend since both my boyfriend and dog are relying solely on me for their care and I was already irritable to the point of arguing with every commercial that was coming on tv.
I called my psychiatrist’s office and the nurse suggested the headaches were a product of allergies (due to the intense tree pollen bloom this year) but if I really felt sure I should stop the medication over the weekend and call on Monday to report any changes.
I went with my own gut and stopped the Zoloft and within 24 hours I felt totally fine physically. The 8 day headache was gone, as were the other issues -all except the irritability that took more time to reduce itself. I admit, I did a little jig -both because the headache was gone and because I was happy I had made the right decision.
All too often it seems that doctors are more than willing to force me into a position of feeling much worse before I can begin to feel better, and while I understand the concept of waiting out side effects long enough for them to dissipate, in my particular situation of treatment-resistance it has never once paid off. Either the side effects become debilitating to the point of requiring a trip to the ER or hospitalization or I manage to get through the side effects after several weeks or months of struggle (like with lithium) and find I receive no beneficial effect from the medication.
Thursday I will be meeting with my psychiatrist to go over the notes I took from the trial and I’ll see what advice she has for me next, if any. Writing about the situation in this forum allows me the space to really think about the situation and try to understand it without feeling overwhelmed or sad or angry. I guess I am just ready and willing to accept that this is how things are for me, and even though I would say that is some serious progress I still hope to find whatever it is that will allow me to move toward wellness -or at least the best approximation I can afford.